Sometimes the days are so long and the chaos of life so distracting that I forget to say the things that matter. Things like... I love you, I see you, and... I haven't forgotten. No, I haven't forgotten how you made me feel that night, under the moon. I still remember the completeness of your arms around me. I didn't forget our first kiss or all the reasons I fell in love with your soul. Your kindness, the way your love pulled me into safety and salvaged what was left of my shattered heart. They say bones are stronger after they have been broken. Love is the same, I think. And so, husband, know this: from the scars of my brokenness I love you. And even when I forget to tell you, I always remember.